Mighty Flood

lay me down upon the road
 pull my hands over my throat
 and the fall winds cry
 and the bricks will die
 and the thirst will come
 sometimes it takes a cold river
 to heal my wounds
 let the water pull
 the red fish moan
 upon the dirt
 upon the dirt
 and we go down we go
 little feet kickin from a single blow
 and how we are
 naked in the moon with a feather song
 and down we go
 stones in our pockets from the night before
 and how we are
 broken with a crown from the mighty flood
 sew your seeds so carefully
 plant your flowers in the weeds
 and it's moving fast
 to a dusty path
 deep in my veins
 sometimes it takes a cold river
 to heal my wounds
 let the water pull
 the red fish moan
 upon the dirt
 upon the dirt
 and we go down we go
 little feet kickin from a single blow
 and how we are
 naked in the moon with a feather song
 and down we go
 stones in our pockets from the night before
 and how we are
 broken with a crown from the mighty flood
 sometimes it takes a cold river
 to heal my wounds
 let the water pull
 the red fish moan
 upon the dirt
 upon the dirt